I came across this line from the shortstory “Adventures of a Photographer” by the Italian writer Italo Calvino which has a ring of truth in it for me:
It is only when they have the photos before their eyes that they seem to take tangible possession of the day they spent, only then that the mountain stream, the movement of the child with his pail, the glint of the sun on the wife’s legs take on the irrevocability of what has been and can no longer be doubted. Everything else can drown in the unreliable shadow of memory.
Italo Calvino, “the Adventure of a Photographer”
Like I said, this strikes a chord with me, somehow a photograph makes the experience real and irrevokable, my memory or words are not enough. What about you?
Signed: John Petro